keitai (cellphone) strap. Hello Kitty. Hanamura-sensei's training techniques.
If there was one thing she'd taken away from Jr. Senbatsu, it was that you had to be forceful and decisive about getting the things you wanted. Or maybe it was the fact they were here to play tennis and not fool around. Or not so much tennis for the two girls currently tittering off at each other as watching a large batch of rather pretty boys their age play said racquet sport, but that's not really the point.
All day Sakuno had been listening to Tomoka ramble on and on about Hanamura-sensei's training techniques and how they seemed to make the boys in her group shape up rather quickly.
"Um, Tomo-chan…" Sakuno attempted to interject meekly, fingers drumming almost nervously on her Hello Kitty bento. "It's almost time for lunch…"
"There's no time for lunch when Ryoma-sama is playing!" Tomo waved her arms around wildly and narrowly avoiding hitting herself in the head with the random baubles hanging from her cellphone strap.
"But Ryoma-kun isn't playing… he's not even here." The braided girl pointed out, a hand raised in the direction she'd last seen the boy wonder run off to.
"EHHHH? Ryoma-sama‾‾! Why didn't you say something sooner, Sakuno!" Quickly she grabbed Sakuno's hand and proceeded to drag the girl off into parts unknown.
"But I did try to say something… ten minutes ago…"
"Nonesense! My Ryoma-sama Radar would've gone off!" Tomo huffed. Really now, as if she didn't know where Ryoma-sama was at any given moment.
Sakuno couldn't help but sweatdrop defeatedly.